myspokenheart

musings on life, love and laughter from my spoken heart to yours


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Too many words…

Too many words
stumbling
tripping
flowing from lips
that will not stop moving
yet speak nothing of value

Hide behind
walls of silence
lying upon the ground
unable to stand
against the constant
ebb and flow
that barage the shores
of sanctity

Closed ears hear
but mind no longer listens
too much to sift through
what is real
and make believe
so many lies
words twisted
meaning lost
please stop talking

A single tear
holds the loss
of so much
contains the strain
of multitudes
the echos of
relentless screams
heard by no one
but a broken heart.


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And that’s all I’ve got to say about that…

Recently I have been overwhelmed by the levels of corporate greed existing in society. Target is currently “liquidating” here in Canada. What a joke. They actually up-ed a lot of the prices just to “slash” them by a whopping 10%. (insert sarcasm and eyeroll here) Based on what I’ve seen in most cases you’ll be lucky to save 5% on original pre-liquidation prices. This is just gross and greedy.

Just as sick, the other day I read a lovely report on American Walmart. Don’t even get me started… The owner’s have reaped some $150 Billion, while paying workers so little that they get subsidized in food stamps. I know Canadian Walmart isn’t much better.

People are protesting for higher minimum wages, and I get it. But they keep getting told ‘be realistic, we can’t possibly raise wages or prices will go up so high no will shop’. I say cut corporate and CEO incomes. seriously should the CEO of a bank be getting a $5 million Christmas bonus, while those who work the front lines are lucky to get a 15 cent annual raise and a $500 bonus while making only a few dollars above minimum wage? I don’t think so. (That is actually a real scenario that happened while I was a bank teller). Pay a fair wage to begin with, and provide annual raises that actually count and bonuses aren’t necessary (they are nice however, but holy shit 5 million, really? for what?)

Currently minimum wage in BC is $10.25, $9.00 for liqour servers and Farm labour. That isn’t even close to enough to survive on. Not even for a kid living on their own never mind a single parent trying to get by. So I understand why people are pushing for an increase to $15.00 per hour. But you see I sit on the cusp of the minimum wage debate. I have worked my up jumping from crap job to alright job. I know that minimum wage needs to be a living wage. I get it, even $15 per hour barely cuts it. But I also get why some people don’t want that to happen. (I don’t get the millionaires worrying that they may have to forgo their raises and bonuses – seriously?) But I now make just over the proposed new minimum wage and that means if the minimum wage goes up my job just depreciated, a job that took me time to work up to. A job that still barely pays the bills. Which means all those who are working in jobs that fall into the bracket that my job falls into have seriously just been hit with a massive blow. And yet…

And yet people cannot survive on minimum wage. It’s unfair and unrealistic to think that they can. And to spout off that it’s all high schoolers, college kids and second incomes that are working for minimum wage is utter bullshit and completely naive. I know mother’s trying to survive on that little. It’s ugly. I don’t think that fair wages for all people is too much to ask for.

“People with a scarcity mentality tend to see everything in terms of win-lose. There is only so much; and if someone else has it, that means there will be less for me. The more principle-centered we become, the more we develop an abundance mentality, the more we are genuinely happy for the successes, well-being, achievements, recognition, and good fortune of other people. We believe their success adds to…rather than detracts from…our lives.”
—Stephen Covey

That is all…


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Stirrings…

stirrings come from deep within
dwelling in my soul
creeping like mist, they
echo like the lone wolf’s cry
at the harvest moon

longings tugging at my heart
for silence and solitude
ocean waves lap the shores
branches sway in the wind
the eagle’s call drifts on morning air

deep dark blues
smokey greys
mossy greens
like thick fog
enveloping my brain

I hear the trees call
waters murmur
bird songs
city life is hard
and cold
and lonely

drowning in a sea of people
alone
surrounded by lives
yet never touched
time to reconnect
feel nature beneath my feet
breath clean air
explore forests of trees
not concrete jungles

stirrings come from deep within
longings tugging at my heart
deep dark blues
I hear the trees call
drowning in a sea of people.

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